tvashtarkatena

Partisan paparazziism is the last refuge of the do-nothing.

I've been observing a tabby kitten terrorize a chihuahua and I can safely say that Charlie is winning. Cato's got nothing on this feline.

Picked up a nice single on CL. Still looking for another glass single with no rudder (with or without skeg) - between 16' and 17'6" (max) would be ideal. Examples: Necky Chatham 17, NC Overnighter, etc...

*sigh*. There went that joke at 50,000 ft.

Liz and Rand, just to spice things up a bit.

The classical liberalism espoused by Friedman and Hayek didn't transform the moon into a Garden of Eden, either, but it seems to have done wonders for the United States. Perhaps you should order a book or two on rhetoric and logic as well.

Aye haf gon mahd weeth bower.

"Ass, Gas, or Grass...don't laugh. It's paid for."

From the first time an English gentleman hired a Tyrolean shepherd to abandon his beloved charges to go where ridge meets sky, climbing has always been an egalitarian sport for all manner of upright ape to get their monkey on. The practice offers something for anyone on any budget at any age. It's a practice that can transform a skinny, undersized kid into a rock star with the heart of a giant, a middle aged woman into a goddess, or an old phat phuck into a projectile. At it's extreme end, it is the most difficult undertaking in the world. At the more pedestrian level most of us occupy, it is a series of smaller victories and defeats that require one to step beyond oneself - to hang by a fingertip with 3000' of air beneath you, survive a winter's night huddled with one's fellows with only the respite of an occasional reach around, or poo in a Ziplock and then slip it in your comrade's pack when he's otherwise occupied. To characterize climbing as one thing or another is to condense all of human experience into a cliche, for climbing involves all that we are and something more - most particularly after a remote, untimely sharting incident. It is a metaphor for what it means to be human, punctuated by some truly inhuman smells and a good deal of creative language.

I do most of my climbing on the backs of the little people with one notable exception to the 'little' part.

"Look for logic in the chambers of the human heart and all you'll find is a corpse."

Don't cry for me, Hewlett Packard....

More like a successful move to stir up traffic

"This fuckin fucker's fucked" was Edward Abbey.

hint: You have to care about someone to care what they think of ye. Disagreement is particularly hard on people who don't quite get this basic principle of hairless monkey nature. Essentially, this is like getting yelled at by three lunatics on a street corner. Here, have a dollar.

Love me, Jeffrey!

Holy shiite, did I drop you from the trio, Ponytail? Sorry, man.

Perhaps it's 'neither', Jay, but such a notion might lie a wee bit beyond your shoe box. It's funny that the people who spend the most neural firings trying to figure out ole Tvashie - you and FW mainly, are also the ones who play online psychiatrist - ever a buffoon's game. Why, all that attention is enough to make a poor pilgrim feel kinda narcissistic. Rest assured, the focus isn't reciprocated.

47 monkeys, all trying to fuck the same football. It would be very difficult to find a less competent group of people. 47 hamsters would be more productive.

For a good time, I listen to TVW on occasion. I caught this gem during a hearing on some proposed drone regulation: ACLU lobbyist: "Today's drones can now collect all kinds of non-visual information. For example, some can detect scents better than a dog" WA State Representative: "So, wait, are we talking about a proposal to put dogs on drones?" He was actually being serious. This is how public policy is created. It ain't pretty, but it can be pretty funny. That same lobbyist recounts another legislator threatening to castrate him during a morning hearing. Later that day, the same legislator invited the lobbyist to go for an afternoon motorcycle ride. The lobbyist's comment after telling the story "It's all in good fun"

I would agree, the N word is a bit overworked Just one round of trying for formulate public policy and you quickly realize that a) Consensus is nearly impossible b) Language is an imperfect tool c) You're gonna screw up somewhere with regards to unintended consequences d) the historical knowledge base from which to draw conclusions is far from perfect e) the monitoring and correction systems for any public policy, if they exist at all, are far from perfect f) Humans are, for the most part, emotional - not logical, creatures. Perfectly natural - literally. Organisms evolve by way of mistakes. All complex things do, it seems. It's a good thing we have 50 public policy petri dishes going all at once.

1) Can bankers declare martial law? Over what - their lobbies? Who enforces - the Brinks truck guys? 2) Are all republicans racist? Similarly, are all blacks (you fill in the blank)? 3) Is the Sigma Alpha Epsilon frat republican only? It seems as though their history of alcohol related deaths and sexual assault might be at least as important as their little ditty. 4) What would have happened to our economy without the bailout? Every analysis I've read indicates the bailout was, in fact, a rousing success. 5) Jay, you got time for another 10 second psychoanalysis session? Cuz real ones are so damned expensive. I dreamed of whales last night. Would that represent my enormous cock or my enormous intellect? Please advise.

Brrr. Glad you guys are alright.

Yeah, I know. You've bothered to sing that performance art/BPD tune before. Top o the charts for the web's greatest hits. A bit baroque, but everybody needs a hobby. Reckon some folks need to put things they can't grok or have pretty much zero data for into grokkable boxes. I don't, but whatev. You put a similar lack of rigor and heaping helpings of assumption in your politard postings, so at least there's some consistency there. What is plainly clear is that you've pulled your view of civil liberties advocacy from some turd blog menu of sound bytes rather than experience. Again, it's the web, where that shit flies for free.

Dear Eye-ran, We'r gonna undue youre nucular deal so we can turd blossom ourselfs a President next year. Love, Congressional Opposition Committee for Kandor